Huang Qing lit a fire by the stream, picked two lotus leaves by the stream, wrapped two sweet potatoes, and carefully buried them in the fire.

Only then did he talk and laugh and tell Wuchen about many interesting things in the world.

Wuchen sat on the stone with his hands on his knees, his long black hair spilling down his waist, and the white light veil as light and wide as a cicada's wings fluttered gently in the wind.

The stream flowed slowly behind the dust-free, and from time to time there was a crisp birdsong or two from the rich and towering trees.

Huang Qing enthusiastically told Wuchen interesting rumors and stories in the world, and at the same time plucked the fire with a branch from time to time to make the fire burn more vigorously.

The beating flames reflected the clean and flawless face of Wuchen, who was as white as a lotus.

Wuchen sat quietly and listened to Huang Qing's story quietly.

The clear and clear eyes like a clear spring sometimes stared at the fire, and sometimes inadvertently glanced at Huang Qing's youthful and heroic face, thoughtless, thoughtless.

At the moment, the night is beautiful, quiet and gentle.

Light gauze mist, flowing water, birds singing and flowers, and tree shadows swaying, isn't this the fairyland that Wuchen has always wanted and longed for.

And in this situation, there is also a heroic man who is not in the fairyland, talking and laughing and telling many beautiful stories that Wuchen does not know.

Huang Qing said that he was excited, and he was even heroic and even explained with a gesture, for fear that Wuchen would not understand.

In fact, the purpose of Huang Qing's painstaking performance is to win the innocent laughter again.

But Wuchen just sat quietly, just glanced at Huang Qing who was speaking with interest from time to time with a clear gaze.

Not only did he not laugh again, but he didn't connect Huang Qing's topic or say a word of praise to Huang Qing.

Huang Qing was very disappointed, so he put his energy into the sweet potato buried in the fire, flipped through it from time to time, smelled the fragrance, and saw that it was stiff and buried in the fire again.

Wuchen quietly looked at everything Huang Qingzuo, although he didn't show joy and joy on the surface, but in fact, Wuchen still had a little joy in his heart.

Wuchen usually cultivates hard alone, after all, he is too lonely and lonely.

Now with Huang Qing's company, with Huang Qing's chatting and laughing and boasting nagging, it is like a ray of sunshine, bringing many colors to the dust-free and dull life.

It turns out that the world can be so beautiful, so peaceful, and so warm.

The night can be so gentle, with someone talking and laughing beside him, his heart suddenly became much more steady, and there was no loneliness and melancholy of the fairies.

Perhaps the most beautiful wonderland is not in the sky, but on earth.

Wuchen was lost for a while, and there was a ripple in his heart, and he couldn't help but think about it.

God——, what was I thinking.

Wuchen was shocked by his thoughts, and couldn't help but tremble slightly up and down, this is the last distracting thought that a cultivator saint should have, which will disturb the mind.

Wuchen was secretly surprised by the distraction just now, and hurriedly closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Sutra to stabilize his mind.

Cold, a sweet potato spraying aroma stretched out in front of Wuchen.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Qing's very nice baritone sounded in Wuchen's ears, "Wuchen, what do you think, look at you, you are shocked, is there any ghost who is not afraid of death who dares to approach Wuchen's sister."

Come, eat sweet potatoes, taste the delicious sweet potatoes in the world that I roasted for my little fairy, how delicious. ”

As soon as Wuchen opened his eyes, Huang Qing had already roasted the sweet potato and was standing in front of him with a smile on his face.